The Morning Report 11/17/17

Good morning kids. The weekend is here and what a week it has turned out to be. The Establishment narrative has been turned on its ear with the revelations and the admissions by Democrat Senator Al Franken that he groped and sexually assaulted at least two women. And while this has stunned DC, the smear campaign against Roy Moore is crumbling around them and support for the judge in Alabama is stiffening and perhaps on the upswing. From a political standpoint, the Democrat/Media complex's only option would be to rid themselves of Franken and have the Democrat governor of Minnesota just pick a successor. This is what a number of Democrats are calling for - and not because they are upstanding, moral citizens of outstanding character; it's because they cannot now afford to be looked upon as hypocrites. This also partially explains the rush to obliterate the fantasy of the Bill Clinton years, the other reason is to muzzle Hillary who will not fade away quietly. The press in the other hand seems to be completely tone-deaf and still thinks they have the power to shape the narrative. They don't, and they are continuing to ignore the first rule of holes by defending (to the extent they can) Franken. And of course, this all is supposed to have one root cause: Donald Trump. Keep f***ing that chicken, media, all the way to next November and 2020.

In other big news, the House has passed the trillion-plus dollar tax plan with 13 Republicans voting "no," while in the Senate the bill has cleared the finance committee. If Mitch McConnell values his political hide, he had better make sure that the Momzer Brigade headed by McStains, Corker and now Ron Johnson gets in line or else it is not only his doom but the death knell of the GOP.

And speaking of Hillary, the FBI's Uranium 1 informant has stepped forward and is eager to testify, but this presumes that Jeff Sessionzzzzzzz is willing to call for a special prosecutor to move forward and grill Hillary. So far, Snoozy has indicated he'll sleep on that for the duration. Sheesh.

Just for fun, if the Carnegie Deli had a sandwich named for Al Franken, it would be aged, fatty tongue, shmear of schmaltz, on two sourdough rolls with two fried eggs on top, forcibly jammed down your throat. That's your cue to create your own variations.

Anyway, links from around the world, across the nation and up your street. Have a better one and remain blessed.